The sharpest and hardest iron couldn't harm my great son, Grendel! He was practically immortal. They were coming at him in every directing trying to Peirce his skin with their swords but they couldn't! My son bewitched all men's weapons and blunted every mortal mens' blade. So Beowulf took it upon himself to TRY and do the impossible. He used no weapons once he realized that they were useless.
Grendel snatched at the first Geat he came to. He ripped them apart ant tore him to pieces, sucked out his blood and tossed him aside as if he were an old Christmas present. Then Grendel felt Beowulf's strength! I could see it in his face, he was scared and wanted to run. He didn't realize until then how much strength Beowulf had. My son was help less! Beowulf was making an example out of him. Grendel shrieked and groaned in pain. Hating Beowulf even more than ever but getting weaker by the moment. My poor baby twisted in pain while Beowulf twisted his arm until it SNAPPED! SNAP! Deep in his shoulder his bones and muscles split.
A prince of Geats, has killed my son! Beowulf is going to pay, he's going to pay with his life and suffer just as he made my one and only son do.
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